I’m thinking about
a coffin draped in an American flag
A fallen soldier & his widow in black
His children grieving over a father
they can’t bring back
Oh it breaks my heart, makes me so mad
That people who don’t have the first clue
about sacrifice like that
treat our heroes w/contempt
& our banner like a rag
By:J.N.R Dutton
These days he lives simply, working on cars
He wears tattoos to cover scars
He got as a soldier in the Persian Gulf War
He’s pleased that he served his country well
but will be the first to tell you war is hell
By:J.N.R Dutton
I know I said I was calling it a day, I intended to. However, since I had a pretty relaxing few hours break, and since I’m feeling better/more energized I decided to get back to sharing already.
One of my favorite childhood things
Was watching Air Shows on the base
Some of the stunts would absolutely amaze
The pilots handled the planes with such grace
By:J.N.R Dutton
Crippled by incompetence,
medical negligence on the part of trainee physicians
but it’s always been said,
“you can’t sue the military medical establishment & win”
By:J.N.R Dutton
When he turned 18,
In some ways he was still a boy,
but he was also a newly minted man
Answering Uncle Sam’s command,
He was shipped off to a foreign land
His uniform & boots were soon covered
in blood,sweat & sand
He felt it was a noble calling to serve his country
so he took that stand…
War changed him in a way some people will never
understand, but he’s glad his brother soldiers can
They were truly a band of heroes
By: J.N.R Dutton
I once knew a man named Andrew
He was an Iraq war vet
He said he experienced traumas there
He just couldn’t forget
There are many people
With similar battle scars
When they return from
serving their countries
They are still locked in private wars
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 